Outside the gate of the boy camp, Xing Yuan and Zheng Fusong stood and talked, and several Zheng family guards stood aside and waited.

"Zheng Fusong, what is the slogan of our boy camp?" Xing Yuan said seriously, looking at the military uniform that was one size smaller on her body, although she was naïve and cute, her serious expression made her a little more sassy and heroic.

"Sincere unity, do not abandon, do not give up." Zheng Fusong's chest is straight, his waist is as straight as a javelin, he is also a small military uniform, and he is carrying a bulging trumpet military backpack, which is very similar to the taste of military training for college students in later generations.

"Very well, remember, if you don't come back, you're a traitor to the Boy Scouts." Xing Yuan stared at Zheng Fusong's eyes, his pretty expression was very serious and serious, sincere and united, not abandoned, not giving up from the mouth of the Son of Heaven, becoming the slogan of the Boy Scout, if he became a traitor, even if he hid to the ends of the earth, he would be killed.

"Remembered." Zheng Fusong replied loudly, then snapped a military salute, turned around and strode away.

A few Zheng family guards standing in the distance hurriedly followed, they didn't know the situation in the children's camp, they just felt that their young master had a good relationship with this beautiful and cute little girl, a little bit of a family taste, they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

A luxurious carriage carried Zheng Fusong out of the city, several guards rode high-headed horses to guard the carriage, after leaving the city, there were dozens of fierce knights riding majestic horses next to the official road outside the city, they were all Zheng family's guards.

Dozens of guards escorted Zheng Fusong home safely, and when he heard that Zheng Fusong was back, the gate of the Zheng Mansion was lively, and the Zheng family led by Zheng Zhilong, Zheng Zhilong's henchmen and generals, and a bunch of Zheng Fusong's childhood friends all came to greet him, which shows how high the status of Fusong Gongzi is in the Zheng family.

"Commander Zheng."

Zheng Fusong, who got out of the car, strode forward surrounded by a group of childhood friends, walked in front of his father Zheng Zhilong, stood up straight, and saluted a very standard military salute.

Everyone was dumbfounded, which one did Young Master Fusong play?

Zheng Zhilong's eyes lit up, his face was solemn and his chest was straightened, and he raised his hand to return a military salute that was not very standard, if it was before, the baby son played like this, it would make him feel angry and funny, but now, he can clearly feel that the baby son is very different from the above, although the person is still young, but the previous taste is gone, with a heroic spirit that a soldier should have, this is his Zheng Zhilong's son, the tiger father has no dogs, hehe, the boy boy camp is really a good school to temper people.

Several Mu officials standing on the side exchanged glances, and they all stroked their long beards and nodded gently, the tiger father has no dogs, and the owner sent Young Master Fusong to the boy camp in the right place, yes, really good, there is someone in the Zheng family.

"Wow ......"

The Zheng family's father and son still made many people's jaws drop in shock, how do they feel very angry when the father and son do this? Especially the serious appearance of Fusong Gongzi is really unbearable, a young man who is about twenty years old, gorgeously dressed, and has oily hair and pink face, laughed out loud.

Smack-

"Laugh at your sister, look at yourself, and then look at the young master Fusong, the special Lao Tzu has decided, and Ming'er will also send you to the children's camp to grind."

A middle-aged strong man with leopard eyes and beard turned around and slapped the boy brother loudly, he was one of Zheng Zhilong's henchmen, most of them couldn't see the change in Zheng Fusong, but he saw it, and he was envious in his heart, thinking about his son who was idle all day long, doing nothing, and would only cause trouble for him, he was annoyed, and the bastard son laughed out loud, and the anger in his stomach exploded instantly, and half of his son's cheek was slapped into a pig's head.

"Are you crazy? Isn't your son your own? When the mother saw her baby son being drawn into such a miserable situation, she was so distressed that she didn't know how to describe it, if it wasn't for everyone, she would definitely be angry.

The people next to him hurriedly persuaded him, if he wants to train his son, go home and train again, now is the time for Young Master Fusong to come back, happy and lively, don't make the boss unhappy.

"Dad, I'm back."

Zheng Fusong, who was saluting seriously, suddenly shouted, opened his arms and threw himself into Zheng Zhilong's arms, and the father and son hugged each other tightly.

Everyone laughed, this is the former Fumatsu Gongzi.

The Zheng family held a banquet to wash the dust for Zheng Fusong, and all the people who came were Zheng Zhilong's henchmen and their families, and set up more than 20 tables, and Zheng Fusong's group of dead friends alone had two full tables, which seemed grand and lively, and they tossed until the middle of the night, and many people were drunk.

Outside the study, the guards of the Zheng Mansion were on strict alert, and those who dared to trespass were killed.

There are more than a dozen people sitting in the study, all of whom are the elders of the Zheng clan and Zheng Zhilong's henchmen, these people are the real core members of the Zheng family, and sitting here for a meeting tonight is an important meeting related to the rise and fall of the Zheng family in the next hundred years.

"Father, this is what the emperor asked me to bring to you." Zheng Fusong took out a roll of thick paper from the small military backpack he was wearing and held it to his father.

"Hmm."

Zheng Zhilong opened it and couldn't help frowning, what does the emperor mean?

The thick paper was actually a simplified version of the world map, with some words marked on it, and some arrows and red circles marked with a red pen, which made him incomprehensible for a while.

Zheng Zhilong spread the world map on the table, and everyone came over to look at it, all of them frowned like Zheng Zhilong, muttering in their hearts, not understanding the meaning of the emperor asking Zheng Fusong to bring this world map back.

"Father, uncles, please see." Zheng Fusong picked up a thin root and pointed to a place on the map.

Zheng Zhilong recognized the territory of the Japanese Empire at a glance, and he couldn't be more familiar, which was the former base where he made his fortune, and married Tian Chuansong, the daughter of Emperor Tagawa Yu, a minister of the Hirado family, and gave birth to Zheng Fusong in 1624.

"These red numbers are...... Well, did the emperor tell you anything? A confidant asked curiously, he had already guessed a possibility in his heart, but he needed to confirm it.

"The emperor just told me to take this map back and show it to my father, but ......" Zheng Fusong said, he was telling the truth, in addition to telling him to take this map back to his father, the emperor told him to only know about the father and son, but the content of the red circle and red letters marked on the map was from the eldest sister Dayan Tienan and Tang Tiantian, because the second daughter often studied and discussed the affairs of the empire in front of him and Sister Xing Yuan, and did not treat him as an outsider at all.

In fact, these are all secretly confessed by Zhu Jian, let the two girls focus on Zheng Fusong to pass all kinds of advanced ideas and brainwashing, and cultivate him into a fanatical imperial fan, which is also the reason why Zheng Fusong was taken extra care in the boy camp, of course, even if it is special care, the training that should be carried out is as much as the study subjects.

"Father, all of you uncles know that the biggest foreign enemy of the empire today is the Jin Empire, and the main strategic layout is to stick to the nine sides, rest and recuperate, and then concentrate the whole country to defeat the Jin Empire."

Zheng Fusong held a thin wooden stick in his hand, pointed to Liaodong and other places on the map and talked about them, which made Zheng Zhilong and the others widen their eyes, this is a teenage little kid, he is simply a strategic master who strategizes and wins thousands of miles, and everyone is stunned.

Zheng Zhilong grinned and smiled happily, the tiger father has no dogs, this kid is the unicorn of my old Zheng family.